Seriously it’s tough out here scuffling along trying to make music. You don’t have all the time you thought you had in life to find out about, what you thought you was going to find out about, when you was starting out. There’s a whole lot of music in the world to hear; I think this world is uniquely created to hear music, I mean I don’t imagine too many other worlds have the right acoustics for the gig, you know? Nobody knows really, but from what I can gather the probabilities are slim…

It’s better now, I suppose, than ever before, information age and what-not, to find something, but you got to work for it sometimes.

But sometimes something is just dropped on you. Sometimes it’s the right something; say you’re wanting to be a momma, and somebody drops a bundle on your doorstep…

I’m older now, and have a kind of idea to help somebody like myself some kind of way, from my own experience. Lord knows I didn’t have a whole lot of guidance coming up trying to play a gittar and make a record of what I done or something. And if you did make that thing, who the hell cares… unless you promote it relentlessly no one’s going to know except your own people, and they sick of you already.

Cut to the chase and tell ’em, Jefferson: One day I found a package on my doorstep, one of these music CDs. Not too shabby, the package really, but it clearly wasn’t part of anything mass-produced, I mean home-made looking, ‘artistic’. Now I’m an old guy with not much of a following, but there are a few who know about me, historically speaking if you get my drift. I guess someone thought I was the right momma for this baby.

No Location is the title on the thing, which is funny because, I used to work at the post office and that’s what a package gets marked as, if the mailman can’t deliver it on account of that address don’t exist.

It’s a crazy ride, this album, is all I can tell you right now. It grew on me, and I find things in it that are fantastic every time I listen.

I’m going to see if I can’t find somebody to get it put out on a record, a CD.

Right now that might mean attracting more attention to it, I think it’s more of a job than one person can handle. So, my granddaughter helped me with how to work this blog thing and talk about this record.

Stick with me on it, it may prove to be very worth your while.

Ok I looked at it and you got to go over to the right, “sidebar” to get the page that has my reviews, one by one, of what’s on this record.

When I worked at the post office, when somebody we knew had been out of sight for a while, we would say, so-and-so is no location.

Well, this record fits that bill. In what may be a kind of attempt at a press package there are liner notes, there are pictures to look at, but the personnel credits are just missing from the package. I have no idea what the story is here, if this is intentional or what. It’s strictly from a mystery, who made this thing or what went on here.

What a name. “Cradle of civilization” and all this, in… how do you call it? A pun. It’s clever, isn’t it.

I used to hear cats talk about things they didn’t immediately get, like, ‘he’s done got too clever for his own good’, like they were judge, jury and executioner on what somebody else thought to do, you know.

I expect people will say that kind of thing about this music. Well, it ain’t dance music very much, I’ll give you that much. Unless you’re dancing on Mars or some thing.

I’ll have to admit, a whole lot of it was strictly from a mystery until I got to the next-to-last song on it, called Ray Dio Act-IF. Another pun. I don’t mind it, puns, even if it gets kind of corny. It’s just a name, what the hell. Anyways. There is this soprano saxophonist blowing his brains out on this one… which brought to mind Coltrane’s more far out stuff back in the day, or say Archie Shepp. And also calls to mind Ornette, who had his own way of thinking about things, to the point that a whole lot of people say, ‘Poor ol Ornette can’t play’. He didn’t stick to Tea For Two changes, even the souped-up ‘substitute a 7th chord by the chord a flat 5 from it’, way you turn rhythm changes shit into straight chromatic. And he eventually got his ‘harmolodic’ concept, where no body and every body is soloing, sort of. Only, according to what you call a unified purpose.

Well, this thing just seems to go completely outside all of this shit. I’ll tell you, that soprano got me going back over the others, give me a kind of hook as they say in the trade. I began to catch on to some funky bi’ness in some of this, and some melody, some honest-to-god melody. And some damn in-the-pocket rhythm section. I guess the upshot of this, is don’t judge a thing right away in an art form, you know, give it some space.

Space is the place, Sun Ra said it.

I guess the next step is to consider it one piece at a time. Let me look at this blog structure a minute and I’ll get back to you.